Martin J. Connor
Co E 273rd Inf Rgt
our way to the Siegfried Line, we stopped at a farm house to get out of the
rainy cold weather. We had been
told to get some rest as we would be moving up soon.
The Bazooka man leaned his weapon against the wall and took off his
belt holding his .45 pistol. One
man said he had never handled a .45 and asked if he could hold it?
The Bazooka man agreed and took it out of the holster, removed the
clip, then pulled the trigger twice for safety.
He handed the pistol to the GI who had requested to see it. After
admiring the pistol for a few seconds, he aimed at the window, then pulled the
trigger. Bang!, the supposedly
empty .45 went. The Bazooka man
rushed over to the bewildered
GI, grabbing the pistol, again pulling the trigger.
Bang!, again it exploded.
Why? How? This may sound strange to you, but it happened. I was there with two of my buddies, Francis Dionne and Bob Crowe.